In his cluttered office in Harvard's Langdell Hall an old man wearing a green eyeshade was turning the pages of a new book. The old man looked like a cross between Owen Wister and Rudyard Kipling. His name was Roscoe Pound. The book looked heavy. Its title: Interpretations of Modern Legal Philosophies: Essays in Honor of Roscoe Pound. Dean Roscoe Pound, doing his best not to look too pleased, said, "A man is entitled to have his head swell a little over that."
The book had come just in time to cap a long career....
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